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The Mistress
by Kellis


Part 2 of 4


She was waiting for me, sitting on the grass as a woman does, with her 
legs curled to one side under her skirts.  Her elbow was leaning on 
something behind her.  Today she wore a tan hat, also with a wide floppy
brim, and some kind of long green dress that buttoned in front.  Mom has
a blue one she calls a housecoat.

The waiting woman smiled brightly at me.  "Good afternoon, Narcissus.  
You haven't kept me waiting, for which I'm most grateful.  This sun 
would soon be hot.  Do you have a name for me?"

I dropped my books about six feet away.  What she leaned on looked like
a picnic basket with a cushion on top of it.  I held out the bouquet of
wildflowers to her, took a breath and said, "Joy."

Her forehead wrinkled.  "Is that a greeting?"

"It's your name.  Mrs. Joy, if you want.  Because of what you made me 
feel."

Her face brightened.  "_Joy_.  I like it."  She took the flowers, 
sniffed them and sighed, "Ah, Narcy, you do take me back."

I was curious what she meant but intent on explaining my choice.  "I 
wanted to name you from a story, like you did me, but the only woman I 
could find who ... used a candy lure was the witch who trapped Hansel 
and Gretel.  Grimm's _Tales_ doesn't give her name."

She lost her smile.  "You wanted to name me after an evil witch?  What 
did you find so terrible about me?"

"Not you; _me_.  At the time I was thinking I'd done wrong by letting my
first time be with a woman instead of a girl."

"Oh, Narcy, you'll learn that a girl still lives in every old woman."  
Now she smiled broadly.  "So I lured you, did I?  How was that?  What 
exactly did I do to you?"

"Sucked my dick."

"Sucked your _cock_ -- played the cocksucker, as people say.  But that 
didn't worry you.  What I did was _seduce_ you.  And I loved every 
minute of it."

"You did?"

"I know how Grimm's witch felt when she had locked up those delicious 
children.  I always thought Grimm disguised his stories to avoid 
censorship.  Isn't it odd how people consider death or cannibalism less
perverse for their children?  But surely Grimm's witch wanted only to 
suck that cute little cock, make the children lick her clit while 
fucking each other: teach them the adult pleasures, in other words.  
I've had occasion to note the sweetness available from such indulgence."

I gaped at her, caught by the possibilities, except --  "Then what did 
he mean by having Gretel push the witch into the oven?"

She leered.  "After a while I'll show you what was meant by the oven and
what's usually pushed into it."  She seemed to recover her breath.  
"Narcy, perhaps you were disappointed in _who_ you let seduce you first,
but if I gave you joy, I must not have treated you so poorly.  In time 
you may even appreciate the trouble I saved you.  But now ... are we 
still alone?  Whom have you told of yesterday's good fortune?"

I started to mention the brief conversation with Mom but thought better
of it.  "No one."

"Why not?  Isn't a first blowjob something to brag on?"

I could've told Vernon, but the idea of sharing her was hateful.  I 
shook my head.  "I couldn't brag without telling on you."

She chuckled.  "You're a smart lad, Narcy, as well as pretty.  That is,
the boy I recall was a pretty one."

I may have discounted her admiration yesterday but its apparent 
withdrawal struck me painfully.  She saw it in my face.  Her eyes 
twinkled and I finally understood.  Shoes and socks went first then 
shirt, shorts and undershorts.  Soon I stood naked before her.

"There's my handsome lad!"  Her eyes ranged me up and down, lingering on
my dick that was starting to rise.  "Oh, you _are_ pretty, Narcy; just 
at the prettiest age, with your violet nipples that haven't yet decided
between male and female, and your smooth knees, perfect skin and nearly
perpetual erection, so straight and proud."

She gathered her legs underneath her and rose to her feet.  The smock 
was long, almost to her ankles.  In surprise I realized she was 
barefooted.  Then I saw her high-top shoes standing beside the basket.
She unpinned her hat and threw it on the ground.  Again dark hair 
descended almost to her shoulders.

She extended her arms to me.  "Narcy, come give your Joy a kiss."

I never thought of hesitating.  As our tongues met she pulled us tightly
together.  Today she was softer, like a down pillow.  Her mouth had an 
interesting taste: minty.  My arms wove 'round her neck and I felt her 
hands stroking my back and cupping my butt cheeks.  She moaned through 
her nose and removed her tongue.

"Oh, god, Narcy!  Today Joy wants some joy too."  Breathing harder, she
studied my eyes from inches away.  "When did you last jack off?"

"Um.  Last night."

"Tell me the truth."

I took a breath.  "Actually I didn't last night, but I messed up the 
sheets anyway."

"Good dreams?"

"I couldn't believe how good."

She chuckled slightly.  "I've heard of that.  Then you may be a bit too
eager today."

"I can wait a while.  What's in the basket?"

"Luncheon for two.  Before we eat, though, that is, before we eat the 
_food_, I have something I promised to show you."

"The nub," I said positively.

Joy laughed outright.  "Oh, did you notice what I said?"  She stepped 
back, shaded her eyes and looked all around our hilltop.  "Someone could
have a telescope, I suppose, but few men object to a woman with a boy."
Her hand went to the top button on her smock and rippled down through 
them, parting the cloth.  She shrugged out of it.  She wore no 
underclothing.  She stood forth naked as I, except for a wristwatch and
some kind of brooch dangling between her breasts on a fine gold chain.

I had to gasp.  I had never before seen a woman's body, and Joy's was a
pale pink vision.  Her breasts bulged sideways from her chest, large as
my head, tipped with brown nipples the size of my fists.  Her belly was
smoothly rounded with the navel deeply recessed.  Long vertical gouges 
in the skin only added to the novelty.  At the groin was a large clump 
of crinkly hair that matched her head.  Her legs tapered to her knees 
with rounded calves below.  Recalling her late in my life, I know Rubens
would have loved to paint her.

"What do you think, Narcy?"  Her eyes studied my face intently.  "A bit
broad in the beam?"

All I could do was stare, my mouth handing open.  Her gaze softened.  
"Have you ever seen even a picture of a woman's nude body?"

I shook my head dumbly.

"Then you have no comparison."  She seemed to be disappointed.  That 
prompted me to find words.

"Joy ... you ... you're the best looking thing I ever saw."

"Thank you."  She chuckled wryly.  "I do take comfort from the state of
your cock," which item of course was sticking straight out.

Joy bent to spread the fallen smock more evenly on the grass then simply
lay down upon it on her back with her legs open toward me, her head 
propped up on the cushion from the basket.  I had a glimpse of a 
vertical red line centered in her groin.

She raised her arms.  "Come to me, Narcy.  Kneel between my legs."

With my head about a foot from her groin I smelled a strange odor, but 
she didn't wait for me to figure it out.  Her middle fingers pulled the
hair apart.  My eyes widened on a glistening crimson gash with a recess
in the bottom.  It was very wet but not bloody despite the bright color.

Her eyes twinkled.  "You think that's interesting, do you?"

"Ah, ah --"

"Take a look at his.  Would you call it a nub?"

Her forefinger nail touched a lump of red flesh at the top of the gash.
I bent even closer.  It had a sort of hood over the top of it.

"Well?"

"Okay, a nub.  Is that what you meant?"

"It's a girl's most sensitive part.  The right name is _clit_, short for
_clitoris_."  She emphasized the middle syllable.

"'Most sensitive.'  You mean it's like ..."

"The head of your cock.  You lick around it or on it.  Give it a try."

I stared into her eyes.  If that's what she wanted ...

The strong odor was soap and something else.  She must have washed here
just before she walked up the hill.  The something else wasn't flowers.
It was more like meat in the pan ready to cook.  I put out my tongue, 
touched her and began to stroke the nub.  It lost some of its softness.

"Loop around it," she ordered.

I obeyed.  Her knees came up and cool thighs closed on my ears for just
a moment.  Without thinking my arms went under them and up to her soft 
belly.  I felt her quiver.  My dick was getting hard enough to hurt.

"Faster, Narcy, faster!" she urged.

I sped up, now breathing through my nose.  The muscles tightened up 
under the padding in her legs and hips.

"Now suck it," she cried.  "Oh god, Narcy, oh god!"  When I pursed my 
lips and obeyed, she began to scream softly.  Her legs closed on my 
head, masking the sounds.  Her body heaved.  Suddenly she pushed my 
head back.  When I looked up, her face was bright red and her chest was
heaving.

I asked, "Did that hurt?"

Joy strained farther up, took me under the arms and dragged me atop her 
belly.  Her hand caught my dick.  Her hips rolled somehow and my dick 
thrust into something hot and wet -- her gash.  She grabbed my butt 
cheeks and pulled me tight between her legs.  Her hips rolled forward 
and back, grinding something -- her bottom hair, I realized -- around 
my dick.  She was jerking and gasping, lifting my knees off the ground.
I felt her big mounds bumping my chest.  I wasn't sure if this was 
_fucking_.  I thought of her word of yesterday.  Maybe it was 
_humping_.

Then she stopped and just lay under me, panting and studying my face a 
few inches above hers.  My dick was between us, no longer in her gash.
After a bit she said, "No, Narcy, it didn't hurt.  But I think I was 
beginning to scare you.  I'm sorry."  She grinned.  "I do get carried 
away."

Her hands on my butt pulled me up over her belly and sat me in front of
her face.  She slurped my whole dick right into her mouth.  In no time 
the super feeling returned and I began to squish.  Her tongue relaxed 
and let me.  When I finished, she kept sucking, very gently.  Some of 
the feeling lingered.  Her eyes were turned up to mine under her 
eyelids, watching my face.  I sat still, enjoying her tongue.  After 
awhile her hands on my hips pushed me back a little.  My dick was wet 
and still hard, but no squish was left.

I'd been thinking about what happened.  I guessed, "It's too small, 
isn't it?"

She seemed to consider her answer.  "It will grow, Narcy.  You can 
depend on it."

"You said it's just like your first one."

"I did, and it is.  But my quim isn't the same."

"You mean your gash?"

"Gash?  As in, 'Good god, Gertie, what a gash?'"  She laughed harshly.
"Whom have you been talking to?"

"That's what it looks like," I said defensively.  "I'm sorry."

Joy laughed again, more humorously.  "We've just acted out the old joke,
haven't we?  The woman sniffs.  'My, but you have a small organ.'  And 
the boy responds, 'I didn't expect to play in a cathedral.'"

I understood and broke into giggles.  Smiling at me, she said after 
awhile, "The organs grow at the same rate, male and female.  My quim has
passed three babes but can still grip a man.  You need only grow a 
little longer and fatter.  I expect another year will do that and more,
especially with lots of attention.  I'm sure it wants lots of that!  In
the meantime I'll show you a great substitute.  Now get off me and let's
have some lunch."

I wanted her to feel as good as I did.  "Show me now."

She tousled my head.  "Don't be impatient.  We have all afternoon."  She
cocked her head thoughtfully.  "I expect you don't realize what you did
for me with your tongue."

"What?"

"Made me come."

I blinked and slid off to the side.  I had guessed Vernon meant 
squishing when he used the word that way.  I asked her, "Do women come?"

Joy got up on her knees, bent off the housecoat and opened the basket.
Her breasts dangled away from her chest, seeming to grow very long.  
They hung low enough almost to touch the grass.  I nearly missed her 
answer.

"Do we ever!  Oh, not the same way.  We're meant to take _in_ seed, not
put it out.  But women can come stronger, longer and more often than 
men, bless their envious big cocks."

"You mean the _feeling_."

"Hah?"  She grinned at me.  "Of course, the feeling that gets better and
better.  When boy or man gets to the peak, he squirts, which is one 
difference, and has to quit, which is another.  When a woman gets there,
she stays."

"'Stays?'"

"As long her man keeps going.  Or _men_."

That was an interesting idea.  "You mean a woman can ..."

"Accept many men, one right after the other."  She chuckled slightly.  
"Too bad you attend such a small school.  In the big city high schools 
just about every year some girl will take on the whole senior class 
after she finds out how good it feels to fill that hole."

I gaped.  "You mean ..."

"In the same night."

"Gosh!  Doesn't that hurt her?"

"Hurt?  Her quim is sore for a day or two and might pass a huge lump 
nine months later, but no, while it happens she's as close to heaven as
anyone can get on this earth."

"'A huge lump?'"

She cocked her head at me.  "You live in the country, Narcy.  Don't you
know what sex is for?"

I thought about it.  "She might have a baby?"

"Now you're thinking."

"Uh, if I squi-- uh, come in your quim, will it make a baby?"

She grinned.  "I suppose it's barely possible, but don't worry your head
on it.  How do you like ham and cheese?"

"I like ham."

She had laid out two sandwiches wrapped in wax paper, a thermos with two
cups and a small jar with a wide-mouthed lid and the label, _Cold 
Cream_.  Mom has such jars but I didn't know you ate the contents.

Joy gestured at the sandwiches.  "One has cheddar, the other Swiss 
cheese.  Take your choice."

I took the yellow cheese.  I'd eaten cheddar before but not with meat 
and mustard in a sandwich.  It tasted great!  I sat beside her, our 
thighs in contact, her elbow nuzzling me when she raised her sandwich 
for another bite.  She ate neatly with her lips closed.  Mom had taught
me how to do that too.

Her free hand stroked my back.  She twisted toward me so that her other
elbow blocked my sandwich hand when I raised it for another bite.  
"You're a mannerly lad, Narcy.  Let me show you something that is 
totally unmannerly."

Joy was surprisingly strong.  The hand on my back caught me under the 
arm and pulled me up against her breasts with our faces together.  I saw
a lump in one cheek.

"Open your mouth wide," she ordered.

I obeyed.  Her face bent to mine, sides of noses rubbing, and she shoved
a partly chewed bite of sandwich into my mouth.  "_You_ grind it 
awhile," she said, eyes twinkling.

I stared at her.  I'm sure my eyes were big as marbles.  She licked my 
lips with her food-spattered tongue.  "Chew it, Narcy!"

I did.  It tasted a little different.  The Swiss cheese?

"Now give it back."  She opened her mouth and I pushed most of it in.  
Her lips sucked my tongue.  My eyes opened even wider.  I could feel an
echo of that suction in my dick!

She swallowed after more chewing, grinning the whole time.  "Now you 
start one."

I took a bite of my sandwich, chewed a bit and pushed it into her mouth.
Again she sucked my tongue.  Was this sex too?  Apparently it was; my 
dick was painfully hard.  When she pushed the food back to me, I closed
on her lips and sucked the same.  She made a peculiar sound through her
nose, a kind of hum, and her free hand slipped under my belly and 
squeezed my dick and balls.

I felt a distinct thrill and forgot to suck.  She sighed heavily, 
briefly chewed another bite of her sandwich and sagged backward on the 
housecoat while the hand behind me pulled my groin up to her neck.  My 
dick popped into her mouth.  I cringed, fearing that she would chew it 
too, but her tongue only smeared it with sandwich parts.  The 
strangeness added a new thrill.

Now she was willing to talk with her mouth full.  "God, Narcy, you are a
marvelous lad!"  The words were perfectly distinct.

I groused, "You couldn't do that if my cock was full-grown."

Joy laughed, sitting up and pushing me back.  "Probably not."  She 
swallowed.  "Spunk-flavored ham.  I love it!"

I had a thought.  "What if I chewed a bite and ... pushed it in your 
quim?"

Her eyes flashed.  "That's an idea, all right.  Especially licking it 
out.  But I didn't bring a douche bag.  Do you really want to put 
something in me?

"I want to make you feel like I did."

"You are such a sweet boy!  Finish your sandwich, have a cup of coffee,
and I'll show you how to do that."

Most grownups seem to like coffee black.  What she poured was light 
brown and tasted hot and sweet.  I smacked my lips as it burned my 
throat.

She chuckled.  "I guessed right, didn't I?  I actually prefer tea, but I
drink it the same way, with cream and sugar.  I have always loved sweet
drinks and sweet men."

Suddenly her claim of three babes connected.  My eyes widened and I 
stammered, "You -- you're married!"

She cocked her head at me.  "Would that bother you, Narcy?"

"Married women don't ... don't --"

"Fuck men besides their husbands?  In fact, Narcy, only married women
can do it safely."

"S-safely?"

"Married or not, a woman must conceal her affair.  But if a married 
woman gets herself pregnant, well, that's supposed to happen in 
marriage."

I thought about it.  "What happens if she does but she's not?"

"The world says she's ruined.  Polite society shuns her."  Joy's gaze 
was distant.  "At least that's how it was before the war.  Things may be
changing now."  Her attention snapped back to me.  "But don't worry, 
Narcy.  I've divorced that last bastard."  On the next breath she 
changed the subject.  "I see that you're a nail biter."

"Umm, I'm sorry."  I slipped my hands behind me.

She smiled reassuringly.  "Don't be.  In fact I'm very glad of it.  Just
for curiosity, why do you do it?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I haven't caught you at it.  _When_ do you do it?"

I knew the answer to that.  "When I can't play with my dick."

She began to laugh but choked it off when I blushed.  "Wonderful, Narcy!
Apparently my playing with it counts too.  Ha!  I wonder if that's the 
general explanation for nail biting.  I'll have to write my friend, the
psychiatrist."

She opened the cold cream jar and gouged out two finger-fulls.  "Give me
your hand."  The cream felt cold when she slathered it on, rubbing the 
back, the palm and each finger separately.

Discarding the jar, she held up her own hand with all four fingertips 
and thumb pressed together.  "Can you do this?"

I demonstrated that I could.  "Good lad."  She laid on her back and 
spread her legs.  "Now squat on my boobs with your head over my groin."
She caught my hips and helped me get in that position.  _Boobs_ is 
another name for tits?

Her hands slipped between us and pulled her quim open from either side.
"Put your hand in me, Narcy.  Slowly ...  Slowly ...  Work it side to 
side.  Yes.  Oh, yes!"

Her odor was stronger.  I felt heat and soft, wet flesh.

"Now make a fist...  Move it in as far as it will go."

I was in her past my wrist.  She quivered when I contacted a lump.  
"Move it in and out, Narcy, slowly at first...  Oh, my, yes; now you're
big enough!  You're perfect!"

Her hands slipped out and rose to grasp my hips.  I shuddered at the 
strange feeling when she sucked my balls past her teeth.  She mouthed 
them a moment, almost painfully, then released them to order, "Now go 
fast, Narcy."

I obeyed, working my arm rapidly between deep and shallow, often hitting
the lump in back.  She shivered more and more and began to make a 
strange sound, like someone crying through a tight throat.

I got the sense of it only once, when she called, "Lick it too, Narcy!"

That's not so easy: to lick a nub while your fist is behaving like steam
piston right under it.  I combined licking and sucking.  Somehow her 
insides tightened up on my fist.  She screamed and her hips heaved.  I 
stopped immediately.

"No, no!" she cried.  "For god's sake keep going.  Faster!"

When I did, she went back to wailing and hip heaving.  I wrapped my free
arm around her thigh and held on while sucking the nub on top and 
pounding away inside her quim.  It made a squishing sound.

She soon eased off a bit, so I did too.  That got another, "Faster!  
Faster!" out of her.  In no time she was wailing and heaving again.  
When she eased off the next time, I didn't.

That's the way it went for awhile.  My arm and lips were getting tired.  
She heaved very strongly and suddenly fell absolutely still.  No amount 
of pummeling seemed to bother her after that.  I raised up, rolled my 
hips off to the side and studied her.  Her head was thrown back so that 
I could only see her chin.  Her hands lay beside her.  She seemed 
totally relaxed except that her chest heaved for breath.

I pulled my hand out with a sucking sound.  It was wet but the cold 
cream had vanished.  I moved up to look at her face.  I could only see 
the whites of her eyes.  They were rolled back in her head.  If she 
hadn't been breathing hard I would've been worried.

Her big breasts sagged sideways off her chest, lolling with each breath.
I turned around and lay down to study the nearer one.  The nipple was 
standing up temptingly.  I licked it.  It was even lumpier than her nub.
I smelled a faint odor of bacon frying.

"Suck it."

I looked up guiltily.  She had raised her head and was watching me, 
still breathing hard.  I saw no sign of disapproval.  "Are you okay?"

She smiled dreamily.  "Better than okay.  Narcy, you sweetheart, your 
hand is just the right size to send me to heaven.  I saw stars!"

I blinked.  "'Stars?'"

"Oh, yes.  Poor male, you'll never know."  She took a deep breath.  "Do
play with my boobs.  I've been told they're my two finest points."

Her hand caught mine and raised it to the breast.  I squeezed 
tentatively.  It was large as my head, softer than a pillow or balloon.
Resting on my elbows, I brought up my other hand, fondled it between 
them and tweaked the nipple.  She twitched.

"Easy on that.  My last kid left it sensitive."

I took it in my mouth and sucked gently, wondering if I had done this 
before with Mom.  Did I leave Mom's nipples sensitive?  I wondered 
further if I sucked harder would I get milk from Joy.  Sucking harder, I
pulled more velvet skin into my mouth.

"Oh, Narcy," she breathed, "that feels good.  You remind me of my last 
child.  His mouth was so good I almost didn't wean him."  She chuckled 
fondly.  "When he said to me, 'This one's empty, Mamma; can I have the 
other one?' I knew I had to stop."

She let me suck and play with both, sometimes stroking my head like you
do a cat.  After a while her hand reached between my legs and caught my
dick.  At that she pushed me back.

"So!  It's no longer sexy, is it?  Then why are you still sucking?"

"Playing baby," I said, licking my lips.

She shook her head.  "I'm not your mother, Narcy.  If I were, I wouldn't
be allowed to do this."  She rolled over me and caught my soft dick in 
her mouth.  It was hard in a few seconds.

I said aloud, "Do mothers suck cocks?"

She chuckled through her nose, raised her head and said, "You do remind
me of old stories.  Kathy, my good friend, as a little girl looked 
through the door and saw her mother sucking her father's cock.  Later 
when they were alone, she said to her mother, 'I saw what you were 
doing.  Is that how you get a baby?'

"'No, dear,' said her mother.  'That's how you get a new dress.'"

When I only stared at her thoughtfully, Joy chuckled and explained, 
"Some women let their husbands believe they hate cocksucking."

It still took me a moment, but at last I nodded.  "So the man will be 
grateful.  But she really doesn't hate it?"

"What's to hate?  A big fat cock is about the nicest thing you can put 
in a woman's mouth."  She winked at me.  "Or even a little cock, if it's
hard and twitchy like this one."

Down went her head.  Suddenly I wanted to see.  I scooted around where I
could watch her mouth slide up and down my short rod, her nose 
flattening into my belly each time.  Her ponytail bounced.  My legs were
together and I could feel her big tits flopping outside my knees.  Spit
oozed from the corners of her mouth.  The thrills boiled over and spunk
thickened the spit.

She sucked all of it out and immediately moved her face over mine.  I 
knew what she meant but opened my mouth and let her do it.

She said, "Time you found out about it.  Now you swallow."  I obeyed, 
though it had surprisingly little taste.

She poured the rest of thermos for us, about half a cup each.  While we
sipped it, she said, "What did you feel inside me, Narcy?  Was it hot?"

"Oh, yes!"

"I think Grimm's oven was between the witch's legs."

I blinked.  "And Gretel pushed her hand into it!"

Joy chuckled.  "Along with Hansel's, no doubt.  I understand they were 
younger than you, with smaller hands.  Narcy, tell me about yourself."

"Tell you what?"

"Not your real name, not where you live -- what you want of life and how
you plan to get it.  Or are you like most kids: never gave that a 
thought?"  She grinned at me.  "Perhaps life's greatest tragedy is that
we can't fuck all the time."

I had to giggle.  The idea of non-stop fucking had never occurred to me.
"Is that what the high-school girls you mentioned are trying to do?"

"Yes, exactly.  Girls -- camp followers -- have literally fucked 
themselves to death more than once.  I guess the chance of it is why 
they became camp followers in the first place.  Fortunately, I suppose,
for me -- who knows really? -- World War I ended and the army camp near
my home disbanded before I dared to sneak off.  How I dreamed about the
thousands of spunky young cocks just a few miles away ..."  She sighed.
"I was a hot little number at sixteen, Narcy.  But now the subject is 
you.  Tell me what you want from life."

I trotted out the idea of becoming a technician or engineer, as my 
father had wished, though I knew nothing about it, which a few sharp 
questions soon revealed.  "You have your work cut out for you," she said
in summary.

I glanced up at the sun, half-way down the sky.  She turned her 
wristwatch to study it and sighed.  "All good things come to an end.  
Give me a good long kiss before we put our clothes on."

Indeed it was a long one, during which she stroked my soft dick and I 
dared to put a finger in her quim, still wet and hot.

"Will you come tomorrow?" I asked.

She smiled.  "You really want me, do you?"

"Yes, Joy, I really do."

She kissed my check but shook her head.  "Not tomorrow.  Maybe the next
day."

"That's Saturday," I said, very disappointed.  "I can't come until 
Sunday."

"Aren't you too young to have a job, Narcy?"

"It's not a _job_ job.  I have to help Mom clean house on Saturday."

"I see.  And I can't come Sunday."  She smiled reassuringly.  "But I'll
surely be here Monday afternoon."


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